Happy Birthday Rabbie

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Every year on 25th January, people all over the world celebrate #BurnsNight, usually with a Burns Supper. The occasion is more than just a meal. It is a celebration of the life and works of Robert Burns. Read the story of Scotland’s National Poet, here: http://ow.ly/bYVF50Mslua. It is also President Zelensky’s birthday, who is reputed to be a fan of Burns.

There are so many Burns poems and songs to choose from. He wrote in the Scots language, although much of his writing is in a “light Scots dialect” of English, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

Nicola Sturgeon, The First Minister of Scotland, chose the following to include on her Twitter account this morning:

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 “But pleasures are like poppies spread,

You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;

Or like the snow falls in the river,

A moment white – then melts for ever”

#RobertBurns#Bard

This is a very brief extract from the epic poem Tam o’Shanter

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I am also sharing a rare photograph of a Haggis in flight. They are very timid creatures so I was very lucky to capture this image.

Happy Burns night!

Dunk – A Nonsense Rhyme

This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #283 where the given word is DUNK and the word count is 78. Better late than never, but I was determined to continue the acrostic theme!

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Not one, but three dunks to make the count

Dunking biscuits gleefully 
Under the boughs of the old oak tree 
Not concerned lest they should break 
Kept dunking them for old times sake

Dead fly biscuits were the best
Uncle Sam was not impressed
Never passed his moustachioed lips
Kept biscuits dry without the dips

Dandy Denis dunked too much 
Until his biscuits turned to slush 
Never drank the soggy bottom 
Kept telling me this rhyme was rotten 

Collywobbles

This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #281 where the given word is COLLYWOBBLES and the word count is 68.

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Can’t stop now I have to dash

Or I will be in trouble

Lobster lunch that I’ve just had

Left me bending double

You’ll have to carry on alone

Without my company

Once my tummy’s settled down

Best have a cup of tea

But hang about, let’s not be rash

Lest my tummy has a fit

Especially since I have to dash, ‘cause here it comes, OH

SHIT!